Matteo suddenly pulled back, his breathing heavy. He gently set Adrian down, their feet finding the floor, as he reached up and gently cupped Adrian's face, holding him in place.
"Wait… baby, wait," he murmured, their foreheads touching. "Can we talk first?"
They stood inches apart, both of them breathing hard, the air in the room thick with tension. Matteo held Adrian's face between his palms, his thumbs tracing the line of his cheekbones. "I need us to talk, Adrian. Just for a minute."
Adrian stared at him, his gaze uncontrollably drifting down, past Matteo's neck, across his broad chest, and landing on the heavy, insistent thick cock behind his trousers. His mouth went dry. He looked back up, his eyes glassy with need.
Matteo began unbuttoning his jacket, his hands steady while Adrian's trembled as he reached out to help. As the jacket and then the shirt fell away, revealing the skin Adrian had been dreaming of, his resolve snapped.
